The Hunter and the Nightingale

Said the Hunter to the Nightingale:

Hail, oh troubadour
Of tender wing
Servant of the forest
Why do you sing

Call out so sweetly
Your wistful song
When only do
I do you wrong.

Wherefrom your haunting melody
To soothe and caress
These callous ears, when
With nothing but cruelty, I address
You throughout the years?

Said the Nightingale to the Hunter:

'Tis only to calm
Your armed hand
Weary with
The death it deals

My fallen feathers
To soften the tread
Neath' your foot, bound
Tensed from fears.

This golden beak
Source of my pride
For your mantelpiece,
A shining prize.

The flesh that adorns
Shields it from the breeze
For your table,
A feast to please.

All this and more
I offer you, willingly
Just to show

We are but two
Estranged lovers,
You and I
As only Fate
Herself would know.

Puncture one
With word or deed
By one Wing
Together tied

Not as one, but two
We'll bleed
Make our way
Back to the sky.

The Dragon Knight

Show me the face you keep concealed
Hidden from the light.

Show me the star that dies slowly
Glimmering in the night.

By day, a solitary strider
By dark
A tamer of Dragons
Beasts,
Birds of flight.

Show me the tender warrior
Who brings roses to a fight.

Dusk and embers
Flower and book

Revive a fading memory
Your only delight.

Ressurected Heart

Bury your knife where it hurts
the most. I will bleed
fragrant roses.

Injure me where
I am softest. My pride will yield
its golden crown.

Resplendent moon
of my thoughts and dreams
Your hidden face
altar of my soul's longing

will douse this phoenix's
burning flames, yet my heart will rise
resurrected from the waves.

No matter how much you hurt
the songbird of my affection
the only sound you will hear
is his sweet music.

Fruit of my devotion,
ladybug of broken wing
the dawn heralds your return
to feast on the nectar
of this giant sunflower
cradled by his petals.